Now go home and bake enough to share with the whole class, chop chop!
That actually looks better than Mr Kipling to be fair. It’s probably bigger too.
Recipe???
That is magnificent. But, as someone who is currently dieting, can I politely tell you to fuck off?
Happy birthday hope you enjoyed your cake 🎂
Somewhere a distant relative of Mr Kipling came across this post and sighed, sat up from his chair and went to retrieve the family broadsword.
Happy birthday from a fellow birthday person! The 2nd of July gang is starting to form 🙂
That looks delicious, and I’m quite jealous of you and want one for myself. My baking skills are inadequate, though, so no fondant fancies will be made in my house today.
Yeah I’m going to need to recipe for this one. Good lord that’s a stunner.
That looks magnificent! My blood sugars have spiked just by looking at this thing of beauty!
-insert <hollywoodhandshake>
Holy shit – that’s amazing 😻
But was it exceedingly good?
Wow. Looks great. But, my brain only knows the little cakes, so im struggling with the scale.
Its either tiny on a small plate, or massive on a plate the size of a table.
Needs a banana for scale. 🍌
It’s my birthday soon…
Exceeding good happy birthday greetings to you!
Back in the day there was a jungle MC (Bassman? Spyda? can’t remember) who used to say “coming at ya like Mr. Kipling: Exceedingly Good”
This cake is like that MC’s chat.
This looks absolutely incredible
My grandparents in South Wales were working class. Not miners but such things as tinplate workers and similar. Like many people born in the late Victorian era they wanted to be seen to be respectable and Sunday tea reflected this – tinned fruit, Ideal milk with bread and butter (never ever margarine) and cake. I grew up in the 1950s and had this every weekend as we always went to one grandmother’s for tea. Those iced little cakes, pink, yellow or chocolate were a constant, and even the thought of them means I can taste them as I type.
The pic of the home made cake looks better and I doubt my gran ever bought Kipling Cakes even if they were available back then, but it makes me shudder a little
an exceedingly good post
This user was then found dead it was a message written icing that stated do not fuck with Mr. Kipling.
Do I perceive real flecks of vanilla in that cream/frosting?
Mr Kipling can seriously fuck off! You need to take over the production line.
Posting this without a recipe should be an instant ban honestly
Please do the yellow and chocolate ones to complete the set.
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Ooooh that looks good 😋
If Mr. Kipling doesn’t suck it, may I?
You know the rules.
Now go home and bake enough to share with the whole class, chop chop!
That actually looks better than Mr Kipling to be fair. It’s probably bigger too.
Recipe???
That is magnificent. But, as someone who is currently dieting, can I politely tell you to fuck off?
Happy birthday hope you enjoyed your cake 🎂
Somewhere a distant relative of Mr Kipling came across this post and sighed, sat up from his chair and went to retrieve the family broadsword.
Happy birthday from a fellow birthday person! The 2nd of July gang is starting to form 🙂
That looks delicious, and I’m quite jealous of you and want one for myself. My baking skills are inadequate, though, so no fondant fancies will be made in my house today.
Yeah I’m going to need to recipe for this one. Good lord that’s a stunner.
That looks magnificent! My blood sugars have spiked just by looking at this thing of beauty!
-insert <hollywoodhandshake>
Holy shit – that’s amazing 😻
But was it exceedingly good?
Wow. Looks great. But, my brain only knows the little cakes, so im struggling with the scale.
Its either tiny on a small plate, or massive on a plate the size of a table.
Needs a banana for scale. 🍌
It’s my birthday soon…
Exceeding good happy birthday greetings to you!
Back in the day there was a jungle MC (Bassman? Spyda? can’t remember) who used to say “coming at ya like Mr. Kipling: Exceedingly Good”
This cake is like that MC’s chat.
This looks absolutely incredible
My grandparents in South Wales were working class. Not miners but such things as tinplate workers and similar. Like many people born in the late Victorian era they wanted to be seen to be respectable and Sunday tea reflected this – tinned fruit, Ideal milk with bread and butter (never ever margarine) and cake. I grew up in the 1950s and had this every weekend as we always went to one grandmother’s for tea. Those iced little cakes, pink, yellow or chocolate were a constant, and even the thought of them means I can taste them as I type.
The pic of the home made cake looks better and I doubt my gran ever bought Kipling Cakes even if they were available back then, but it makes me shudder a little
an exceedingly good post
This user was then found dead it was a message written icing that stated do not fuck with Mr. Kipling.
Do I perceive real flecks of vanilla in that cream/frosting?
Mr Kipling can seriously fuck off! You need to take over the production line.
Posting this without a recipe should be an instant ban honestly
Please do the yellow and chocolate ones to complete the set.
Thank you.
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